Hey guys, long time no see! Oddly enough while I was slowly but surely working on the second chapter, I got an idea for a prologue so I decided to write that instead. I'm sure it's pretty unheard of for people to write a prologue after writing the first chapter however I'm not sure. I'll most likely be transferring some of the author's notes from the first chapter here since the prologue will be the first thing your eyes feast upon.
Anyways, after a month or two of beating Breath of the Wild and watching various playthroughs of other video games, I felt inspired to finally write an AU. What prompted me to write this was definitely the lack of this particular ship and other influences, consisting of Life is Strange, Silent Hill and Rule of Rose. While I am a Linkpit fan, I also really love the idea of Linkpittoo since hey, Dark Pit isn't exactly that different from his light counterpart.
Being inspired by one of the works of another fanfiction author, I decided to incorporate song suggestions because why not.
Song suggestions: Intro- Rule of Rose - "Piano Elude I" / When things go awry- Rule of Rose - "Piano Elude II"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters nor franchises.
Warning for unintentional OOC.
Prologue: Little Lamb
Ring around the rosy
Scattered cackles bounced throughout school grounds. A group of young boys quickly scurried away into an empty shed, away from prying eyes. They were about no older than the age of nine as one of them immediately slammed the door in sight, while the others positioned themselves. Laughter continued to consume the rambunctious bunch. They exchanged glances with one another before presuming on with their merry little game of hide-and-go seek—or so as it appeared to be. A taller boy inched towards the middle and ushered a few words under his mouth, concealing his coy grin. His hazel eyes pierced through the lean boy near the window as he lifted up a finger, ordering him to peek outside.
The other boy did exactly as he was told. He cracked open the door slightly and leaned forward. After taking a swift glimpse of his surroundings, the boy quickly closed the door and rushed over to his friends.
"He's coming! Everyone, quickly—take position!"
Shortly after, the boys began lining themselves up one by one in a neat little row, ranging from shortest to tallest. The self-proclaimed leader of the bunch brushed back the strands of his blond hair a bit before smirking. He seemed to be quite pleased that he was actually coming.
"I can't believe he actually fell for the bait," he commented with slight mockery evident in his own tone. Before he knew it, the doorknob began to turn as the door slowly creaked.
A young boy shorter than the rest of his peers slowly stepped inside the shed, gently shutting the door behind him. He wasn't like the rest of the boys who were present in the room. As a matter of fact, they were completely polar opposites on an astronomical plane. While the other boys were more outgoing and presented themselves with confidence, he on the other hand, was meek and mild. The other boys weren't afraid to demonstrate dominance and disrupt the teacher during class. Meanwhile the short boy often kept to himself. Due to his extremely shy temperament, it made him an easy target for his classmates and others alike to take complete advantage of him. Yet despite the gut feeling which gnawed at his stomach, he continued to yearn for acceptance—even if it meant being a total pushover.
The leader's gaze was fixated on him. Their eyes made contact with one another, causing the short boy to flinch instantly, almost as if the ringleader instilled the fear of god in him. The blond motioned his hands, silently informing his peer to move closer towards him. In response, the young boy did as he was simply told. As he inched forward towards the group of boys, a few suppressed snickers were heard here and there. Meanwhile the blond in front of him tried his best to mask the smirk which tried escaping his lips.
His intuition constantly reassured him to stay back yet the boy continued to refuse its warnings. Although he was quite hesitant at first, he did what the boys pleased. He was certainly desperate to make friends with them, regardless of the countless times they constantly harassed him since kindergarten.
A pocket full of posies
For a minute or two, an awkward silence stood between the group of boys and their little prey. The short boy stared at the ground, his gaze fixated on his sneakers while avoiding the judging eyes of his peers. Before he knew, the blond cleared his throat, breaking the silence which sat between them.
"Hey," the blond began, "I'm glad you could make it."
He perked up his head while his eyes widened, being completely taken back by the blond's response. It was one thing for him to expect an insult or two, but to be treated as if he was an equal threw him off-guard. Not wanting to screw up a possible treaty against his tormentors, the boy decided it was best to keep his mouth shut for now.
"About everything that happened between us," the other boy continued, "I'm completely sorry for everything I had ever done to you. It wasn't until sometime this week I realized how cruel I was being to you for no reason and honestly, you deserved none of it. I feel we should rekindle our relationship as friends, not enemies—so, do you forgive me?"
The boy stood quiet for a few seconds, fiddling with his fingers as he was lost in thought. He couldn't believe what he just heard come out of his bully's mouth. Part of him was extremely hesitant to even accept his apology yet another part wished to move on and be the bigger person, just like how his mother always told him when it came to life's problems.
"Don't fall for it, he's just lying to you! They're just doing this so you'll lower your guard and succumb to their cruel games."
While his thoughts warned him prior, the boy however ignored them. All he wanted was to be friends with them so without further thought, he decided to accept the blond's apology. After all, his voice actually sounded rather genuine in his plea. In response, the blond's lips curled into a smile and sighed of relief. His friends on the other hand, began to giggle behind him, causing him to swiftly turn around and shoot them a glare, ordering them to hush immediately. Like lemmings, his followers listened right away as their laughter ceased, causing the room to become eerily silent once more.
Without further ado, the blond removed a cream drape between him and the smaller child, revealing a glass tank full of water. The boy stared at it, his eyes gleaming with full curiosity. He wondered if his new friend was practicing a new hobby in the meantime. The blond inhaled deeply before exhaling, trying to figure out how to convey his recent thoughts into words.
"So…" he began, "I've been practicing the art of magic as of late and I was wondering—would you like to be my assistant? I asked these other knuckleheads behind me yet those idiots refused to even help. You most certainly won't be like them, right?"
The boy answered him by shaking his head. His response caused his friend to beam wide, delighted that his new friend wasn't like the other band of goons behind him. He didn't want the blond to know he only accept his offer on impulse as he wanted to eagerly impress him.
"I was going to begin by practicing by trying to make a coin disappear but I accidentally dropped it in this tank. Since you're the smallest one out of our entire group, can you please do me a favorite and retrieve it for me?" Another smirk escaped the blond's lips yet thankfully his new "friend" didn't catch on. It amused him how he lingered onto his every word, trying his best to please his needs. He honestly thought it would take more effort to bribe him to do what he wanted however the boy easily dropped all charges just for some friendship. It was quite pitiful to say the least, cute but pathetic.
"Ashes, ashes."
Without thinking, the boy inched his way towards the tank in front of him him. He perched himself on the edge of the step-stool and dipped his feet inside the water. He glanced up at the sneering boys before presuming on with retrieving the coin for the magic trick. As soon as he pushed himself into the water, the main boy pushed a heavy lid onto the tank, blockading the only exit.
Panicking, the boy began squirming around in the limited body of water, even banging on the glass for them to let him out. Unfortunately, the boys were amused by his cry for help, the leader clutching onto his gut from their most devious trick yet.
"I can't believe he fell for it!" One happily commented.
"I know right?!" remarked another.
"Hey boys, you're forgetting something—this is Pipsqueak we're talking about remember? He's so stupid, he'll fall for anything," the leader exclaimed.
"To think he didn't easily see through our false apology. Man, he really is that dumb."
The boys rushed towards the exit, snickering on their way out while they left their victim to submerge in water. His head began pounding fiercely as his body screamed for oxygen. Darkness began to envelope him in its grasp while his heart was beating rapidly in panic. His body squirmed in all directions, trying its best to create an exit for the boy to escape his impending fate. Various colorful splotches danced in front of him, taking forms of various shapes. He could barely recall if his eyes were closed or open at this point. Shortly after, the colorful splotches faded away, leaving his field of vision to become completely pitch black. At this point, all illusions of surviving were gone. His body grew numb from all the struggling it did to remove the lid blockading the surface.
Afterwards, the boy fell further and further into the darkness as it gaped open its jaws and swallowed him whole.
We all fall down
I apologize for keeping descriptions rather vague but I didn't want to give away too much. I will say one thing though, the blond in the prologue will be appearing again in this story as he is a throwaway OC of mine.
